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Written By Ripley

Oct. 13, 2023, 7:33 p.m.(1/3/1021 AR)

I don't like this. It's going to get noisy.

Written By Ripley

May 13, 2023, 1:33 a.m.(10/18/1019 AR)

I think this is the first time I have heard Her speak.

I could listen to her speak forever.

Passion Memoriam. She said some other things that confused me.

I need to see what Symonesse makes of the spider web and what to do with it.

Hope, and the passion memoriam. I'll enjoy the quiet. The peace. There's blessed peace.

Written By Ripley

May 7, 2023, 11:10 a.m.(10/7/1019 AR)

I think, I made something I don't want to sell. It's done, and breathtaking and it took forever to decide what to do with the platinum. I don't know that I want to sell it. So many pieces in it were gifted to me. But to see it gather dust on a bust would be wrong too. I don't know. I'm not in my right mind.

Am I ever in my right mind.

I know that answer. The answer is no Ripley, you are never in your right mind.

Written By Ripley

May 6, 2023, 12:59 a.m.(10/4/1019 AR)

The things I saw, I can't shake them. Between burying bodies and all that she demanded of me...

I'm trying to exorcise them at the forge as fast as I can make the pieces. I'm trying to drag from my mind the things that swirl in there that she hasn't asked me to make, they are just there. I don't know if I'm cut out to be a harlequin. That was... that was a lot of bodies and she wanted so much. As soon as I stopped feeling the spark from one skull, she was there with whispers for another and once I finished that one she was back and there was the smell of grass and wet earth and just as swiftly one after the other. I still have healing burns on my arms and blisters that are almost gone.

To be replaced by more. Jayus save me, I need this all out of my head so I can make things that are more... normal.

Written By Ripley

Oct. 17, 2022, 12:49 p.m.(8/1/1018 AR)

You spend weeks on the road with others and with some, there is a bond. And then they up and die. Heroically. With purpose and in the process of saving yours.

I wish that didn't have to have happened. Or that the hurt would linger as hard as it does.

Making the skull didn't make it hurt less. I guess it's a good thing that she's putting it in the wall and not me. I don't know that I could actually put it in the wall where it belongs. I'm going to go drown myself in Mum's biscuits and throw things around.

Written By Ripley

Aug. 5, 2022, 1:40 p.m.(2/23/1018 AR)

Winter's been cold. Toad and I have been holed up in the shop where it's warmer. Much warmer. Or I trudge home and hole up there. All the snow. Toad still has the boots from Princess Keely and I put them on him to protect his paws. He wears my Caprice's scarf too because he gets so cold. Or well, he thinks he gets cold. I think Toad just likes wearing the boots and the scarf.

I haven't been making much. Nothings coming to me. I'm not down in the dark I'm just... not in the dark. So instead of giving all my materials away and throwing them in the street like I have in the past, I gave all my silver to the crown council. They can use it to help with this winter and those in need in the lowers. My people. I can make more. I've already made more again. I always make more.

Written By Ripley

April 20, 2022, 7:56 a.m.(7/2/1017 AR)

An Oath's an oath I suppose, even if broken to save us. The world is bleaker with her gone.

Written By Ripley

April 12, 2022, 5:10 p.m.(6/14/1017 AR)

I miss Toad.

This is the longest trip I've taken without him. Not the longest trip I've ever taken, but it's the longest without him. I miss him. He's warm at night and when I sleep at the house and not in the forge, up at the top in the room with brother, he's my warmth. I don't care about the snoring.

I miss his snoring.

I miss the city and I miss my Caprice. I know this will make it's way back to the archives. I'm okay, I promise. I'm helping someone. I don't know why they chose me to help them, but they did and I'm trying my best to not be a burden. I'm sketching lots of things that I've seen and I wish that I was near a forge so that I could put what I see in my head into hands. When I get back I'm going to have so many things to just get out of my head.

Jayus is very much at work here. Death isn't driving me to do this, I promise.

I miss you. I miss both of you.

Eat some of my Mum's biscuits for me. I'm out of them. We ate them all. Tell Toad that I haven't been eating cheese, I promise.

Written By Ripley

April 3, 2022, 2:31 p.m.(5/24/1017 AR)

If something happens and I don't come back from the place that I am going to, then split my silver between the commoners council and the Harlequins to use as fit. My Caprice can have anything she wants from my supplies and pieces I haven't put up for sale yet, before putting the supplies into the guild's vault for others to use. There's pieces on the bust. Those go to the Duke Cristoph. They were already paid for.

Toad should go to Princess Keely. But ONLY if she makes sure that Toad see's Coda and gets to visit Queen Symonesse.

Ask Queen Symonesse to please make sure that Toad gets visited by the spider that lives in my shop.

If I die, the play that I won, make it about Toad and Coda, on an adventure in Arx with the other animals. If it can be performed in the lowers for the kids there, please do. With lots of treats and everything.

Bury me with a tin of my mum's biscuits, so that the Queen of Endings can try them and some of the Marquessa Lianne's lemon cookies. They should be tried too.

Written By Ripley

April 2, 2022, 12:55 p.m.(5/22/1017 AR)

I think I broke my brain.

Written By Ripley

Feb. 12, 2022, 8:28 p.m.(2/9/1017 AR)

I don't know why I made it. It's not as if I'm any good at swinging a sword and to partake in the joust was a lark. Partaking in what occurred for the past few weeks in the sanctum of Genesis seemed like it would be not quite right.

So I did what I do best. I made a sword. A small one, but I made Gloria's sigil for this woman. Maybe it will travel with her. Maybe it won't. A lot of my things travel. I wonder if some day I'll come across something I made in the wild.

She fights well. I'd take her at my back in my travels. I know that. Gloria... she'd nod I think.

I think.

I should have brought Toad so he could have said hello to her.

Written By Ripley

Feb. 9, 2022, 7:52 p.m.(2/3/1017 AR)

Pretty sure that Princess Keely didn't kiss a dog. I think. Yeah no, pretty sure that she didn't kiss Toad.

Written By Ripley

Jan. 31, 2022, 10:58 a.m.(1/12/1017 AR)

Toad left me. He's gone on his own walk about. I left him at the shop and he's walked off with... I was told a Grayson Princess. Just followed her out of the shop. Only fair I guess. If I do this, why wouldn't he. He'll be back, I'm sure fatter than before. Such is the way of my Toad.

For Toad.

Written By Ripley

Jan. 28, 2022, 11:15 p.m.(1/7/1017 AR)

For Toad.

He had my back.

Written By Ripley

Aug. 18, 2021, 4:22 p.m.(1/17/1016 AR)

Oh... Duke Hadrian's cauliflower mash sounds... irresistible.

Written By Ripley

Aug. 18, 2021, 3:14 p.m.(1/17/1016 AR)

Not Tulip. But gods does Steak or a rump roast sound real good. I asked the Mazetti Duchess for some of her poison stew. It'll clear my nose, and oh Caprice won't wanna be near me. it'll be like I ate cheese.

Ohhhh Cheese. I need to go home and see what Mum has in the larder. Bet she's got some cheese there. Caprice REALLY won't want to be near me.

Written By Ripley

Aug. 18, 2021, 12:53 p.m.(1/17/1016 AR)

All I can think about are mum's biscuits and Lianne's cookies. The stew from the ambassador and these little cakes from merciers. I could eat a whole cow right now. Not Tulip though.

Maybe Tulip. Tulip steaks...

Written By Ripley

July 12, 2021, 1:15 p.m.(10/27/1015 AR)

I dreamed of you. it was a good dream. I love you. Simple as that. If you see this, Toad loves you too but not as much as me but he loves you too.

Written By Ripley

June 27, 2021, 7:56 p.m.(9/25/1015 AR)

I think I found something better than Mum's biscuits or the Marquessa's lemon cookies.

Shareen's pickles.

She said they were from the first batch of cucumbers, and the first jar.

Jayus be praised in food form. There's just so much garlic in it and then, the dill, the fronds all waving around like kelp in a salty sea. There's peppers in there too, with a touch of spice to them and salt so that when I just grab a fistful - Mum'd slap the back of my head if she saw me eat this jar - and bite down, they'd burn in a way that makes my belly pleasant.

Toad turned his nose up at em. More for me. I managed to get another bottle to bring back home.

I like it here. The darkness isn't here. I can't feel a lick of sadness.

Written By Ripley

June 25, 2021, 11:17 p.m.(9/21/1015 AR)

<Some entries are delayed and out of order, like they made their way to the Archives from afar and transcribed in>

Toad has a girlfriend.

I should head back to Arx and get him gone before I have to bring puppies back with us.

She's a big ol dog, not much of a looker. But whatever it is that she's got, he wants. He's always leaving me alone in here and everyone tells me he's out at the butchers.

So I go look and yup. He's laying down beside her.

I think he loves her more than he loves me.

Maybe I should let him stay with his lady love.

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